His tongue began to spiral around the nipple and engulf the aureole. Bert decided that he liked the taste so much he would continue until he had the entire tit firmly ensconced in his oral cavity. His twisting and licking motion took him around the conical mountain of flesh and down the snowy slopes. As more and more of Robin's breast entered his mouth, Bert found it increasingly hard to use his tongue anywhere except across the nipple.
Robin didn't mind. Hard manmeat in one hand and wet, superbly gratifying mouth around a tit, she didn't mind at all!
She felt his teeth bite into the sides of her breasts as the boy's jaws streched to take in more and more of her tit. The woman thrust her chest forward inviting him to take all he could. It was a carnal Garden of Eden for her. The sensations spearing into her chest set off a delayed reaction depth charge inside her and caused her cunt to itch and beg for occupancy. Male occupants. Long, hard, throbbing, powerfully stroking male inhabitants.
But she remembered her vow to introduce Bert to more specialized erotic techniques. Some oral sex satisfying her own needs.
"Bert," she cooed, "Bert, darling, let me go for a second."
His ears were benumbed with longing, but the youth did as she bid. Robin still had him under her spell, she could still dictate to him. Not that he minded. She was the best teacher he'd ever had! And he enjoyed the homework more than he had ever thought possible.
Robin's question mouth dropped to Bert's crotch. Using her hand, she guided the purple hooded shaft protruding proudly from the boy's groin into her mouth. She did not take the entire length at first. Robin only lightly touched the sensitive glans with her tongue, making small circuits around the periphery of his organ. She tasted the slight secretion from the youth's seldom tried penis. Man musk assailed her mostrils and excited her immensely. Robin licked out with frowning fervor at the trapped morsel nuzzling against her lips.
She attempted to poke her tongue into the tiny pinprick hole at the end of the rod and failed. But it didn't matter because the act caused Bert to squirm and thrash with mounting ardor. When the woman's tongue stroked and lightly caressed the underside of his cock, Bert nearly lost his mind. Jolts of lightning blazed through his head, shock waves of carnal intensity assaulted the fortress of his brain and shook him to the very foundations of his being. His body heaved, and again he had to restrain himself from coming.
Sensing how near orgasm the boy was, Robin halted her o ral ministrations for a moment, electing to only stoke and feel the jerking rod. As his passions abated slightly, her mouth engulfed his shaft, and the woman began to take his entire length into her awaiting oral cavity. As the youth had done with her tit, Robin now returned the favor on his pole. Her dextrous organ of taste rotated around and around licking and savoring every tiny portion of cock.
The taste was wonderful and one of which Robin was incabable of getting enough. She loved fucking. She loved sucking. And being the one to introduce the teenager to the mysterious and fantastic wonderland of sexual activity excited her beyond mere words.
The shaft slid smoothly into her wet, salivating mouth. She bit down, slightly, gently, so as not to harm the flesh under her teeth. As Robin carefully gnawed on the resilient, blood-surfeited flesh of Bert's cock, the youth broke out into a profuse sweat. He gripped the cushion on the loveseat with ferocious intensity, his fingers biting deeply into the soft fabric and stuffing material. He was lost in a fairyland of bewildering reactions. Bert wasn't sure he could sort out all the simultaneous sensations impinging on his body and brain.
He was furiously perspiring, but that was the result of his arousal. And his sexual arousal was caused by…what?
Was it the sight of Robin's naked tits and gently bouncing body? The way her nipples rubbed against his legs? Was it his mouthing of those scrumptious tits that had started it all? Or was it her expert mouth gulping and erotically tormenting his manhood?
Or was it all of those things plus his own fantasies come true?
Bert couldn't have cared less. He slid back and allowed Robin to do what she wanted with his body.
Robin sensed the youth's burgeoning passion by the feel of his cock. It now jerked and quivered with an accelerated pulse rate. It expanded and grew in girth and length as more and more blood pumped into it, making the cock a true man's sword fit for sheathing in any woman's scabbard.
But the fellatrix was going to deny this succulent hunk of meat that privilege…this time. Even though the zipper was an encumberance, both were too far gone down the road of love ferver to bother with the metal contrivance. Robin's nose burrowed and snuggled into the tangled mat of Bert's pubic hair as she swallowed his seven inches. Holding it in her mouth, she raised her head slightly, pressing the underside of his cock down hard against her tongue, then retreated reluctantly. As Bert's tender flesh was drawn across the slick, moist tongue, explosions wracked his body. The deliberate torture bent his stiff rod the slightest bit and added to his arousal in a magnitude he had not thought possible from his already hot body.
Robin felt the teenager's prick slip across the roof of her mouth. And a palatable dick it was, too. Tasty, a true gourmet's treat. She didn't know why her daughter didn't want to partake of a feast like this, but Robin couldn't care. Let Carole play her cock tease games. And Carole's mother would have all the fun – and cocks.
Her teeth slid to the backside of the expanded hood on the end of the teenagers's love piston. Robin locked down the tiniest amount, then pulled back, her teeth lightly scoring the delicate flesh. Bert writhed and moaned in the mindless throes of passion. But Robin admitted he was doing an admirable job in controlling himself.
If she had known that Bert was doing it for a greedy reason, it would not have mattered. He knew the sucking and kissing and licking along his cock was really turning Carole's mother on in a big way, but it was for his own satisfaction that he kept from jetting his load. The youth wanted this to last forever. He did not want her eager, hungry mouth to ever leave his cock. The prickly sensation that creeped down his cock and into his balls warmed his body and stirred emotions he had been unaware of possessing.
The first time he had been scared, awed. With Alana, they had both been a bit too eager for proper foreplay, for adequate arousal. This time, the first time anyone had sucked him off, was going to be different. He was going to explore the sensations in the greatest depth possible. The wetness of his cock as Robin traveled his length was but one portion of the entire collage of feelings.
The teenager ran his fingers through the lustrous strands of her platinum hair. Bert caressed and toyed with her shell-like ears, guided her head in the motion up and down his stalk. And, the musky scent that so aroused him had to be emanating from Robin.
The boy's fingers couldn't search for her crotch and find out for certain, but if they could have, he would have found a veritable rain forest of tangled pubic hair totally drenched in cunt juice. Robin was gushing her internal lubricants out with torrential force. The gale winds of sex blowing inside her hurled the liquids out to dampen her nylon tricot bikini briefs and made her wish she had on a pair of crotchless panties.
But then her lust-juices would have dribbled down her leg. It didn't really matter, however. Bert knew she was hot. And Robin knew Bert was straining to control his body. She enjoyed playing with him, wished she could reach the hairy little compacted sac containing his balls. A tweak or two there would have brought the rushing flood of his come to sear and whitewash her throat.
As it was, Bert didn't need any expert fingering of his scrotum. The rubbing of his balls across his rough jeans was doing an adequate job of stimulation. He felt the juices inside him began to boil and churn, his rocks rumbling in the stewpot of his groin. The safety valve on his pressure cooker was being breeched against his will; Robin's educated mouth had taught him still another lesson of the flesh.